As summer break was drawing to a close, Bob asked me to go on a “rocket ride” with him. When your husband of almost 38 years asked you on a date, the appropriate answer is “YES!”.
Part of our retirement planning the past several years has been to purchase several good bicycles. I say several, since they are used for different purposes: on-road, off-road, and then I have one just for errands and groceries (I call it my “town-bike”).
I’m somewhat disappointed to admit that the muscles and joints are not quite what they used to be, readily complaining, and preferring my great-grandmother’s rocking chair to the hard saddle of my Specialized Allez. Of course, padded spandex comes in handy. Bob says there are two fashion rules for wearing spandex:
You have to have the right body type, and,
Nobody has the right body type.
Continue reading “Spandex Rides Again!”
My big brother’s phone GPS is set to a British accent, which I think is pretty cool.
It’s also appropriate, since he’s quite well traveled due to his job—China, Puerto Rico, Switzerland, Great Britain, and more. Because of the well known company he represents, it’s important that he is culturally astute.
Naturally, that also includes the food that is put before you. This is where the manners our mother taught us comes into play, because Jim says there are three kinds of food: Normal, Risque, and Out There. Continue reading ““Recalibrating…””
Bob keeps turning the lights off. I can always tell if he’s been through a room after me when I walk back in and the room is now dark. He’s even turned off the light with me still in the room, (conditioned response—“oops, sorry, honey!”)
Ostensibly, this is to save power, which means to save money, and my husband definitely loves to save money. Not that he’s not generous, some might say to a fault, but when it comes to getting the monthly bills, yeah, our house is pretty dark. One of our girls bought him this gift one year: Continue reading “Who turned off the light?”
I think I used to somewhat deceive myself that once my three children flew the coup, my house would be a more organized residence.
What a joke.
The reality I have had to face a long time ago (and Bob has patiently and lovingly embraced this with my other idiosyncrasies) is that I am a “messy girl”. Now, add our big, black dog to that mix, and my fur-covered carpet and floors just underscore that truth.
By contrast, everywhere my folks go, improves. Amazingly. They are both from the builder generation, and are themselves two of the most disciplined and selfless people you could hope to find. Continue reading “Where’s the broom and dust pan?”
I have one daughter living on the Scandinavian coast. Weather report: cold, cloudy, wet.
I have another living in Southern Cal. Weather report: hot, sunny, dry.
Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Sounds like a fairly consistent gig for the weather man. Continue reading “Umbrella or sun hat??”
I’ve mentioned before that Bob and I take on a somewhat Rockwellian look as he reads to me while I crochet in my great-grandmother’s rocking chair. At this writing, we’re still on Ayn Rand’s famous American novel, Atlas Shrugged, but are somewhat bogged down in the author’s voluminous rant via the character John Galt. I finally opted out when my more intellectual half offered to read the rest of that chapter on his own and pick me back up when the plot resumes…
Bob has also read the likes of Plato, Aristotle, and Euclid. Why, you may ask? Not sure. I’ve enjoyed some Virgil and Augustine, but I also tend toward Calvin and Hobbes. (In all honesty, Bob is well rounded Continue reading “Dante in a graphic novel??”
The most-darling-three-year-old-in-the-Universe, (my oldest granddaughter) is R-E-A-L-L-Y into princess stuff. Like, it’s a struggle for her mom to get her to change out of one of her (many) princess outfits if they need to go public somewhere, like to the grocery store.
Of course, then she got a mermaid bathing suit, and it’s been rough getting her out of that one, as in this recent chat with her mom:
“Don’t ever make proclamations about how you’ll parent or what your child/ren will do. That’s how you end up in a suburban bank with a 3-year-old mermaid perched on your hip.”
But, along with Pooh Bear, mermaids, and tea parties, the princess things still rank pretty high on her radar for now. And as with all things (grand)parenting, it give us great pleasure to follow those interests with her. What will develop next? Continue reading “Casting call: princesses and mermaids”
TO THIS DAY, I still have middle-schoolers walking around with their shoes untied! Kids! This is NOT a fashion statement, this is a HEALTH HAZARD! You trip, then I have to take care of you!
Remember teaching your little ones to tie their shoes? Some used the bunny ear technique. In my house, we used the old-fashioned loop/knot design. It all takes time and practice, but then, of course, my youngest ended up wearing flip-flops to high school in January, so why bother?
The point is that teaching self-sufficiency is a
Continue reading “Tie your own shoes”
When it comes to summertime, my husband kind of makes out like a bandit. To begin with, there’s Fathers’ Day in June, followed by his birthday in July, and (dare he forget) our anniversary in August. So he can just stay in celebration mode all summer long, and keep Amazon pulled up on the computer 24/7 as the gifts roll in.
Now, lest I make Bob sound like E. Scrooge sitting at his table fingering his coins, nothing could be further from the truth. But even with his generous spirit, I’m the one doing most of the Amazon gift giving, for my husband’s special moments, as well as for other family members.
C’mon, ladies, you know how we do. Check the list, buy the gift, wrap it, put Dad’s name on it, take it to the post, whatever. No biggie. Just gotta remember to tell him what “he” sent so when the phone call comes in… Continue reading “A personalized present”